Friday, November 30, 2007
The only thing more unthinkable than leaving was staying; the only thing more impossible than staying was leaving. Now I don't want to destroy anything or anybody. I just want to slip quietly out the back door, without causing any fuss or consequences, and then not stop running until I reached Greenland.
This part of my story is not a happy one, I know. But I share it because something's about to occur that would change forever the progression of my life ---- almost like one of those crazy astronomical super-events when a planet flips over in outer space for no reason whatsoever, and its molten core shifts, relocating its poles and latering its shape radically, such that the whole mass of the planet suddenly becomes oblong instead of spherical. Yeah, something like that.
What happened was, I started to pray.
You know-like, to God.
And it's not like I've not been praying since 'this' happened but this time round, it's going to be a weighty one.
Now when I mention the word "God", it seems only fair that I pause here for a moment to explain exactly what I mean when I say that word, just so people can decide right away how offended they need to get.
I should also confess that I generally refer to God as "Him" because to my mind, it's just a convenient personalising pronoun, not a precise anatomical description or a cause for revolution.
WAIT! What am I doing? Why am I putting myself in a buzz session for?
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Ohkay tell you what, here's a better idea: let's skip this justification completely.
To those who speak (and think) strictly, all I can do here is offer my regrets for any hurt feelings and shall now excuse myself.
Let's maintain peace and stick to the part when I mentioned:
"I just want to slip quietly out the back door, without causing any fuss or consequences, and then not stop running until I reached Greenland."
Ohkay fine, maybe I'll be a tad more realistic - how about, "....not stop running until I reached Jurong East MRT?"
Ohwell, you get the point.
| 8:35 PM |
This is not the end.
This is not even the beginning of the end.
It is, instead, the end of the beginning..
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